Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 439 - 117 Demon Gods_2

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However, observing this scene, Moya had no reaction because the aura emanating from the Mother of Demons wasn’t as potent as that of the other five.

Under that inexplicable ’knowledge’ ability, Moya knew it should symbolize the chaotic spirit of life in the Abyss, but for some reason, the power of the demon god before her seemed somewhat ’vague’ to the Mother of Demons’ perception.

’It doesn’t matter, it has nothing to do with me.’

With a slight fluctuation of consciousness, Moya’s attention shifted once more.

The third one she looked at appeared to be ’normal,’ at least Moya felt her subconscious was somewhat quieter and no longer so vehemently resistant.

It was a titan with three heads and eight arms. To the sensory abilities of the Mother of Demons, each of its heads possessed different powers—one slowly corroded everything, another efficiently brought ruin to all spirits, and the final, central head could enhance itself by absorbing the power from its slaughters.

Every head had its distinct attributes, but their commonality was that they all symbolized the Abyss’s destruction of order.

Nothing special, Moya continued looking backward, the fourth and fifth ones catching her gaze simultaneously.

One had dark red skin and robust limbs, with enormous flesh wings and long horns, its body engulfed in unceasing flames; the other was covered in frost and fog, its form concealed beneath, difficult to discern.

That inexplicable ’intuition’ told Moya that, just like the birth of the third demon god was influenced by some ’foreign object’ that appeared in the Abyss, these two demon gods were similarly affected. One had received power from some Flame Kingdom, the other had merged with the essence expelled from a foggy realm.

These two powers endowed them with abilities beyond mere Abyssal traits, granting them such unique capabilities.

’Hmm, interesting.’

’And the last one.’

Moya’s gaze moved to the final demon god.

Compared to the previous five, the entity hiding at the end did not possess its body and form. It was a mass of ever-changing shadows, at times leaping, at other times silent.

It seemed different from the first five, but as curiosity arose in her heart, Moya ’understood’ once more the nature of its powers. It was of chaos and shadow, a manifestation of the imbalance in Chaos’s power—in this world where darkness far outweighed light, it symbolized the Abyss’s shadow.

’These are six peculiar fellows, as nauseating as the Hekatonkheires.’

An inexplicable train of thought surfaced in Moya’s mind, but although she did not suddenly ’know’ something this time, the Mother of Demons had no intention of pondering. Although she did not remember what the Hekatonkheires were, it must be a similar entity she had once encountered.

But come to think of it...

"So, what do I look like?"

This time it wasn’t a thought but an actual voice. Even if Moya herself was unclear where her voice-producing organs were located, she had indeed spoken.

A piercing scream echoed through the Abyss, violent power shaking the world; the once Titan deity finally remembered everything, but the current outcome was more than she could bear.

She had come to Tartarus seeking power, and indeed she had gotten what she wanted. However, the cost was the permanent loss of everything about herself apart from that power.

The Abyss trembled, the newly born Demon Gods had not yet fully awakened when they were sent flying by Moya’s power. After venting her rage, the Mother of Demons looked up at the very ’top,’ where the interface between the Abyss and the present world lay, the gateway to the Underworld.

Behind that was the source of everything.

’Laine—!’

Moya’s succinct syllables contained anger that could not be washed away by all the waters of the four seas; if it weren’t for that being who had stolen her godhood, how could she have ended up like this today?

There were others too, those beings that refused to help her, they all deserved to die—she wanted to go out, to let all life in the present world taste despair and pain, but before she could start, that ’enlightening’ power from before sent another will her way, stopping her actions.

’...’

’Hell... another thief?’.

’...’

’Fine... then I will deal with you first, before I take care of the rest!’

In that moment, Moya profoundly understood the Abyss, she knew the anger of having one’s power taken away—even though Tartarus actually didn’t feel anger.

So she turned around, her gaze following some guidance, and saw the world hidden behind the temporal barrier.

It was very similar to the former material realm, orderly and harmonious. Even now, Moya preferred such places.

But she was different now... so the Mother of Demons shrieked again, summoning those Demon Gods she had just shaken out.

Having sensed the will of the Abyss, in this moment, she only wanted to bring total destruction to this world.

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The Nine Hells, Central Courtyard.

Two ’suns’ shone from above, illuminating the figure on the floating island. The consciousness of the World Serpent was there, alongside the master of the Nine Hells, observing everything outside.

Six Demon Gods, the Mother of Demons, neither they nor the Abyss seemed intent on concealing their tracks at this moment.

’She seems to be calling your name... Laine, listen, that’s quite a deep grudge.’

Next to the familiar table and chairs, Asmodeus drank a cup of tea. However, unlike his casual tone, his facial expression was extremely serious.